I suddenly found a knew motivation to study harder than ever before. I just couldn’t do anything about it. I’d only just got up an hour ago, but I needed to escape, and aunt May knew it. “Go up to your room for a moment. She got to work on me, and I sucked and squeezed harder. Her eyes were closed. I was confused. “Go on,” she encouraged me. I came hard, in a long stream of spurts, and aunt May didn’t stop sucking until I was done. I was only sixteen, and I was a man! She told me to put a finger inside her, and I couldn’t believe how wet she was. I couldn’t move or speak. Leave the pattern on, Kevin, there’s a good lad,” she said with a smirk, handing my another wet one to replace it. “It needs a proper good rubbing.”
I’m sure she was tormenting me deliberately, and if my erection grew any stiffer I was going to suffer an injury. I moaned with pleasure. “Go and have a rest before we go into town,” she suggested.
